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Jul. 17th, 2012 04:36 pmTo say Steve and Tasha had had a stressful couple of weeks would have been like calling the Statue of Liberty a lawn ornament. She was exhausted and cranky, he was back to being Captain Depressed and Self-Loathing and they both...hell who knew what was up with them.
Somehow (actually it wasn't that hard) Tasha talked Fury into a whole week off. She ever talked Steve into going upstate to a little cabin. Quiet, secluded in the woods with no one else around for miles. There was no internet, no phones, hell the place didn't even have a TV. It was...perfect.
Somehow (actually it wasn't that hard) Tasha talked Fury into a whole week off. She ever talked Steve into going upstate to a little cabin. Quiet, secluded in the woods with no one else around for miles. There was no internet, no phones, hell the place didn't even have a TV. It was...perfect.
Natasha had always been the kind of girl who was bothered by little things that wouldn't upset a normal person. One of those things, however trivial it may have seems, was the fact Captain America had slept through Star Wars coming out. It bothered her, she wasn't sure why.
Then again, when it came to Steve, Tasha wasn't sure about a lot of things.
She gave Steve directions to her place, assuming he wouldn't have a TV or a BluRay player for the super deluxe re-re-re-re-re release of the original trilogy, and cleared both their afternoons of SHIELD duties with the new 'handler'. That guy didn't ask what she was doing the way Phil would have. Tasha was glad about that because she didn't know what the she was doing either. It just sort of happened and in truth, it was pretty damned exciting. This was coming from a girl who's been an assassin for years.
Then again, when it came to Steve, Tasha wasn't sure about a lot of things.
She gave Steve directions to her place, assuming he wouldn't have a TV or a BluRay player for the super deluxe re-re-re-re-re release of the original trilogy, and cleared both their afternoons of SHIELD duties with the new 'handler'. That guy didn't ask what she was doing the way Phil would have. Tasha was glad about that because she didn't know what the she was doing either. It just sort of happened and in truth, it was pretty damned exciting. This was coming from a girl who's been an assassin for years.
She couldn't help wondering how much more blood a living person could lose before they weren't so living anymore. She'd been though this before so many times she'd lost count. No, that was a lie she never forgot when someone died on her watch. She got on with her life and eventually they faded away. The job always came first. Always.
This was different. This was...him.
Natasha used every ounce of energy she had to get Barton out of the line of fire. Everything became such a clusterfuck so fast she hardly had time to think. No exit strategy. No back up. Clint may as well have been dead weight the way she had to carry him to the nearest shelter.
Natasha Romanoff stopped believing in God decades ago, but that didn't stop her from pulling Clint into the one place she knew wouldn't sell them out to get slaughtered. She looked up at the cross on the mission house door, pauses half a second before she kicked the door open and dragged them both inside.
It was a good thing she didn't care about God, because the next thought in her head would have pissed Him off.
Fuck you, Budapest. Fuck you forever.
This was different. This was...him.
Natasha used every ounce of energy she had to get Barton out of the line of fire. Everything became such a clusterfuck so fast she hardly had time to think. No exit strategy. No back up. Clint may as well have been dead weight the way she had to carry him to the nearest shelter.
Natasha Romanoff stopped believing in God decades ago, but that didn't stop her from pulling Clint into the one place she knew wouldn't sell them out to get slaughtered. She looked up at the cross on the mission house door, pauses half a second before she kicked the door open and dragged them both inside.
It was a good thing she didn't care about God, because the next thought in her head would have pissed Him off.
Fuck you, Budapest. Fuck you forever.
